“Thanks for meeting me on my break Coach. Your fitness motivation really helps me dress to impress in these designer suits.”
Those must cost you a lot.
“I could buy a million and still not feel the impact. Do you realize how many suckers are out there willing to invest their money in this scam? Wow, I can’t believe I just told you that.”
It’s good to trust your Coach. Now how about we relax….
I see you got some new tattoos.
“Nip ring too Coach. Me love new look.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not wearing a suit before.
“Me give ’em all away. Me decide be simple.”
So no more investment scams?
“Me was whore for money. Me know now am just whore.”
“Chillax, neighbor. Ain’t harming anyone to use your pool when you go to work.”
“I suppose you’re right. Go ahead and relax for now. In fact, if you don’t mind, I may call my bud over as well.”
“If he’s anything like you, I’m sure he’ll enjoy the view. Queers are always staring at my junk.”
“Here he is Coach, all nice and relaxed. You cool with teaching this punk a lesson?”
He didn’t leave much choice. ******* Rob, I know your subconscious can hear me. Relax deeper as I speak to your it now. You love to hang by the pool. Not just any pool, but a private pool like this where you can swim and tan completely naked. Hanging by this pool becomes your strongest desire, the desire growing even as I speak. You are so willing to do anything to hang at this pool.
That’s right Rob, so easy to remain in trance for me. Even in this deep sleep, you know we’re joined by your neighbor. Your desire to hang at his pool is so strong by now that you’d be willing to do anything to hang there. And that means you are so willing to submit.
As you feel your new Master touch his cock to yours, you allow yourself to let go of your free will to him. It’s so easy to just let go, knowing that only in letting go will you get to hang by the pool.
Now go ahead and stroke your cock as you suck your new Master’s cock. Each stroke taking you deeper and deeper into submission.
The more you stroke and suck, the more you just let go. All that matters is that pool. You don’t need to be smart. You don’t need to think. All you have to do is please your new Master… obey your new Master… and when you’re a good boy, he’ll allow you to spend time at the pool.
When your new Master cums on you, you will feel completely owned. For now this is only a temporary transformation. On Monday, you’ll return to normal.
“Is that a good idea Coach? I mean, won’t he report us?”
Deep down he knows this is something he needed to experience. Either he’ll be so ashamed that he never uses your pool without permission again…. or he’ll discover an inner desire for a simple life.
“Fuck dude, I was really your poolboy all weekend?”
“Yes. I hope you learned your lesson.”
“Yeah… but… I was wonderin’ if I could keep using your pool, Sir? Will do whatever you want.”
“I’ll give you one hour by the pool if you let me fuck you first, boy. Then we’ll have Coach make this permanent.”
“Fuck yeah, I’m rockin’ this jock slut costume. [Doorbell] Isn’t it a bit late kids?”
“Damn dude, you’re no kid. Who are you?”
“I’m a trick with a treat.”
The jock wasn’t sure why his head started to feel fuzzy, but he couldn’t help but drift off into an obedient state as the masked man spoke.
“You craved that treat. Who doesn’t crave a nice treat now and then? But on Halloween, one could just give in and overindulge on those treats. Give in jock. It’s time for your treat.”
The jock was helpless but didn’t care. Even if he’d been tricked into believing it, he accepted he was in for a treat.
Letting that water relax you, deep into trance. Just a nice private shower. You feel so comfortable here, but you’ve been afraid to use the showers in the locker rooms with other guys.
Deep down, you have felt this is because you don’t want the other guys to lust after you… you like to pretend you’re such a macho straight guy.
Yet as you relax deeper, you realize the real reason you shower alone is because deep down you aren’t afraid of their desires, but your own.
I want you to channel all that fear into a ball in the pit of your stomach. That’s right… feel it burning inside of you.
It’s such an intense feeling that you won’t notice anything else but my soothing voice and how relaxing that shower feels.
There’s no one here but you and me, and I’m safely outside the shower.
Soon you might find yourself surprised, and when you do, you’ll let out a big scream… releasing that ball of fear from the pit of your stomach until it’s emptied out. No more fear of your desires … accepting that being gay won’t change who you are. It will just allow you to enjoy the desires you’ve denied for so long.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
That’s right, releasing all that fear until you realize there’s no reason to fear showering with another man. In fact, you prefer it now that you can accept who you’ve been inside.
“You scared the shit out of me. I’ve seen you at the gym; thought you was straight.”
“Nah man, and I’ve been lusting after you but never could get ya alone!”
With that their heads dropped, the phrase ‘working up a sweat’ having been implanted as a trigger by Coach. Within moments their lust would take over, but for the moment they had no idea just how much of a sweat they were about to work up together.
“Coach, I love my boyfriend but he’s hardly ever horny, and I always am. Is this something you can help with?”
If the root cause is medical, he might need to see a specialist. But should it simply be the mental desire, that is definitely an area I can help with.
“Awesome Coach… I want him obsessed with my cock!”
That’s right Patrick… just find yourself craving that huge cock more than anything else in the world… it tastes so good in your mouth… it feels so good in your mouth… and as good as it feels there… it’ll feel 100 times better in your ass.
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“Damn Coach, my boy can’t get enough now! May need ya to tone it down, it almost too much… but for now I’m gonna enjoy!”
“Whoa… I just felt light-headed when you said that.”
“In that case you better let me help you with that shirt.”
“Sure bro. I can help you with yours too.”
“And now for those shorts…”
Soon the jocks were filling up with uncontrollable lust.They didn’t realize that Coach’s hypnosis sessions had implanted a trigger word that only worked when in the locker room: laundry.
Any time one of the team or Coach mentioned laundry in the locker room, the jocks felt all their eyes glaze over and all their cocks shot right up.
In that moment, all jockholes were ripe for the taking, remaining in lustful trance until each teammate had cummed.
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“Damn dude, you’re no kid. Who are you?”
